"Celestial Fortune Record"? Does it sound familiar? Yes, this book is precisely to accompany the "Celestial Fortune Map" that he drew in public two days ago. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Just like the famous "Push Back Picture", there are pictures and prophecies. The same is true of the Celestial Empire's fortune that Su Mo made.

He was also annoyed, the education system that he had worked so hard to come up with, as well as things like Chinese pinyin and punctuation, he wanted to become famous in one fell swoop by relying on these things. Who knows, people are not as good as heaven, and before these things can play a role, they were first overshadowed by others, and they were in a hurry.

Not to mention, he was even accused of being detained with a fallacy to confuse the public, and to plot misdeeds with deceitful things. didn't say anything on the face, but secretly depressed him.

Well, in that case, let's just play big. Say I'm a proverb, then let you see what the real proverb is!

Yes, at this time, the Ming Dynasty is indeed very taboo about this kind of gods, gods and ghosts, after all, the pain just now has not been long, but this does not mean that everyone really does not believe in this. On the contrary, almost 90 percent or more of the people are secretly in awe of this, preferring to believe in what they have rather than what they don't have.

For example, the previous Wuqing County Order Pang Shiyan, and the current Emperor Hongzhi, the Son of Heaven, recruited another immortal into the palace.

Compared to the nonsense of those people, Su Mo really has dry goods. For example, the imminent fraud case in the department, such as the western escape of Yismayin in the northwest, and the fire in the palace on a certain day, the rebellion of a certain prince, and several famous rebellions, etc.

As long as one of these historical real, imminent events appears, everyone will no longer dare to label him. Not to mention, in the "Lucky Picture of the Heavenly Empire" he painted before, it was all about praising the merits and greatness of the Zhu Dynasty at the beginning.

With these two points, who else dares to talk about the "Records of the Fortune of the Heavenly Empire"? Only a madman will do it. Not to mention, whether in the picture or the record, Su Mo is not talking directly, but depicting it from the perspective of the final response of the imperial court.

Now that all the previous chores have come to an end for the time being, and there is a rare time to spare, Su Mo closed the door and made every effort to compile this divine book. Except for Xiao Qi, who occasionally waited on the side, even Han Xing'er was not allowed to disturb.

As for Zhang Yue and the others, Xu Guangzuo is obsessed with martial arts, he just has something to do, and he practices wildly when he has nothing to do, and he doesn't feel that there is any change at all;

And another little grandfather surnamed Xu, Pengju, with the great ideal of reading all the famous flowers in the world, is walking around with eight soldiers all day long, which is extremely enjoyable, how can there be a leisurely and idle talk.

Only Zhang Yue felt a little uncomfortable, compared with the tense atmosphere a while ago, suddenly so idle, I felt a little unsteady in my heart.

But fortunately, Su Mo has nothing else here, and some novels are really a lot. There are not only those circulating in the market, but also the new novel "The New Biography of Jigong" written by Su Mo himself. Zhang Yue just indulged in it after reading a few chapters, and immediately forgot about any discomfort and unsteadyness.

At this point, everyone was busy, and the noisy and tense atmosphere in Sujiazhuang changed a while ago, and suddenly quieted down.

It was quiet on Su Mo's side, but some places began to be chaotic. The first to bear the brunt is the capital that is close at hand.

The chaos comes from two sides. First of all, among the scholars in the capital, a collection of poems and paintings spread. This book of poems not only brings together the latest masterpieces of more than 300 scholars from the north and south, but also has prefaces written by Mao Ji, Xie Duo, Kong Hongxu, and Hu Guangjian on the title page.

Not to mention, there are also poems, paintings and songs by Li Zhaoxian, the son of Li Dongyang, a university scholar, and Su Modouwen, a talented man in Wuqing, who are known as the first genius in Beijing.

That alone is what makes this booklet very appealing. And the printing and packaging of this booklet itself are even more gorgeous and magnificent than ever seen. The front and back covers are all thickened and stretched cardboard, and the top of it is actually a colorful book.

In particular, the visually striking picture of the universe on the cover shows the endless mystery and mystery, which is dazzling.

How could such an unprecedented book not make the scholars and literati in the capital go crazy? For a time, Luoyang paper was expensive, and I don't know how many people could not get it for the sake of asking for a book. Even many large families, princes and nobles are asking for them everywhere, which makes the first batch of hundreds of books even more precious.

The streets and alleys of the capital, wine shops and teahouses, almost all of them are talked about in this "Wuqing Anthology". Naturally, when I got the book first, my eyebrows fluttered and I was triumphant, but those who didn't get it at the first time were frustrated and annoyed, and gritted my teeth. As for the content of the book, it has sparked countless debates and heated discussions, and has faintly formed a trend.

In this regard, there is an impetuous and turbulent atmosphere from top to bottom of the government and the opposition.

In the side room of the Qianqing Gate, Emperor Hongzhi's face changed uncertainly, and he stared at a picture on the desk for a long time without saying a word.

Du Fu, the eunuch next to him, shrank in the dark shadow in the corner, like an unreal shadow. In front of the desk, Jin Yiwei commanded Mu Bin to stand with his hands down, and he could clearly see beads of sweat between his sideburns, but he didn't dare to wipe it.

After a long time, Emperor Hongzhi finally moved. Closing his eyes slightly, he tapped his fingers lightly on the painting, as if pondering something.

Then, he suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and took out a booklet from the side, spread it flat on the desk and opened it. If those scholars in the capital saw it, they would definitely exclaim that this booklet was the "Wuqing Anthology" that many of them longed to have. And judging from the number on the back cover of this booklet, you will be surprised to find that this number is 001.

There are a total of 300 copies of the first batch of "Wuqing Anthology", and the people who can buy the first batch of books, except for a few lucky ones, are all people with considerable status. And this 001 is not to mention, the first book that came out, its preciousness can be imagined.

But obviously, as the owner of the Ming Dynasty, His Majesty the Hongzhi Emperor does not seem to have any concept of this.

At this moment, he just opened the book with a calm face, turned directly to one of the last few pages, stopped, and then looked quietly.

On this page, it is the cliff plum painted by Li Zhaoxian at that time. Hongji pushed the book away, side by side with the one on the table, and looked at it in comparison. Suddenly, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he shook his head slightly.

These two paintings can be said to be exactly the same, the only difference is that on the picture engraved on the book, there are not only pictures and words, but also an extra line of inscriptions. It is also this line of inscription that makes a phrase that could be regarded as an anti-poem suddenly become a hymn to merit.

Someone handed over the words and paintings without inscriptions through the brocade guard. However, on the book published later, there is such an additional line of inscription. The meaning of this increase and decrease is self-evident. With the political wisdom of Emperor Hongzhi, how could he not understand?

What's especially wonderful is that the time difference between the two volumes of this picture is really wonderful. If it were another day in the morning, I am afraid that this untitled picture would never be sent to me, and if it was a day in the evening, I am afraid that my anger would have been vented. At that time, even if you know that you are wrong, will you still be able to admit your mistake and bow your head?

He lowered his head and looked at the two more pictures, a disdainful sneer on his face, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

"Can you find out whose handwriting it is?" he asked indifferently without raising his head.

Mu Bin's body was shocked, and he hurriedly bowed down and said, "Yes, this picture should be sent to the ministers by Li Zhaoxian." At that time, Su Mo did not have any inscriptions on it, but after Li Zhao left first, after Mao Ji and several Confucians enjoyed the play, the inscription was added. ”

Hongji's eyes narrowed slightly, raised his head to look at him, and suddenly said, "What do you think?"

Mu Bin thought about it and said cautiously: "Li Zhaoxian has lost the way of a gentleman, and his mind is a little too narrow-minded. However, the flaws are not concealed, the name of the talented man is indeed deserved, and he may become a pillar of talent like Li Ge Lao in the future. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, peeked at the emperor, but saw that Emperor Hongzhi was noncommittal, and his face was unpleasant.

Mu Bin hesitated in his heart, hesitated, gritted his teeth and said: "Although Su Mo is young, he is better than being quick and clever. What's even more rare is that he can be good at poetry and painting, good at music and rhythm, and have a sense of reverence for the king. The two of them can be said to be bright for a while, and if they can be guided, they may be able to have one more virtuous minister for His Majesty in the future. ”

Emperor Hongzhi did not say a word, but listened quietly. After Mu Bin finished speaking, he didn't respond, his heart was worried, he bowed slightly, and didn't say anything more.

Half-loud, Hongji chuckled lightly and muttered: "Virtuous minister? Mu Bin, you are simply a bunch of nonsense! Foolish! Foolish!"

At first, he just whispered to himself, but at the end, he suddenly slammed the case up, his face flushed, and his voice was full of violent.

Mu Bin's frightened legs weakened, he fell to his knees, kowtowed deeply, and said in a trembling voice: "Yes, yes, yes, the minister is foolish, the minister is ten thousand deaths, ten thousand deaths." ”

Hongji's chest rose and fell sharply, and he walked back and forth in the hall, his eyes were full of cold light, and he sneered: "Both of them are bastards, they are both bastards! Wow, what a good wow, what a virtuous minister! What a pillar! What a bold man! Vainly speculating on the will of the king, his heart can be punished! His heart can be punished! A good son born to Li Dongyang! A good nephew of Zhang Maohu!"

In the Qianqing Palace, Hongzhi roared like thunder and was furious. Mu Bin knelt on the ground, sweating like rain, trembling, and only guilty was left.

In the middle of the sound, Hongzhi's anger rested for a while, and his knife-like eyes glanced at Mu Bin, who was kneeling, and turned his head and said coldly: "Passing the decree, Li Dongyang, a member of the cabinet university, and Zhang Mao, a British publicist, are not strict in governing their families, and they have no way to teach their children, and they will be fined for one year;

In the shadows, Du Fu respectfully agreed, walked out quickly, and went straight to the side room to summon. Kankan walked to the door, bumped into a person head-on, couldn't help but groan, and sat down on the ground at the same time.